The throne room was quieter than usual the common arguing and talking of ministers or the council that always made it lively.
Dark elves soldiers, lining the walls stood like poles unmoving as their eyes scanned the room.
At the centre of the throne sat Lilith. She had her legs crossed while her finger tapped on her chair almost impatiently as she looked at the door.
A step below her stood Atheline. Though he was considered her husband and had the highest authority just below her on paper, he had yet to be crowned.
Atheline returned his attention to her from the door and a small smile flashed before he went back to being serious.
Except for the guards, they were the only ones present in the throne room.
"She's late," she said quietly but her voice echoed in the room.
Atheline glanced at the door.
"She should be here soon," he said.
His words came true a few moments later, and the great door was pushed open.
